Beyond the Horizon

At the border between dawn at day,

along the hazy frontier that separates

my solitude from the clamoring world,

I walk a secret piece of waterfront,

subconsciously considering my fate.

Return to the conflict, or swim into the horizon?

At another time, perhaps a different choice,

but the call of a lone gull has jarred me back to the now.

Today, I will once again climb the tower,

man the ramparts and fight the endless fight

(more from habit than conviction).

As I turn to go, a distant white cap briefly lures me,

but Calypso’s call to uncharted territories must wait.

I am not yet ready to cross the gulf

between

who I am and

who I wish to be.

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[Author's Note: This poem was first published in the chapbook, Beyond the Horizon: Journeys in Poetry and Prose, 2010]